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I endure so much.
The damned bushes won’t stop bearing fruit.
In thirst, I reached out for a taste and was met with sharp thorns.
The bottle of whiskey stings like a painful realization.
Suffering will soon lose its touch.
I can still be delicate.
In the heart of darkness, I crawl: I endure.